Hyperion Hotel, Saturday
Sure, it was after noon, but Anders had just woken up so as far as he was concerned it was still morning.
He yawned and shuffled his way downstairs to the kitchen in search of food . . . and of that blessed caffeinated elixir known as coffee, which he proceeded to brew at triple strength. The end result was something that was barely distinguishable from diesel fuel, but the point was that he was awake now.
And staring at the doorway back toward the lobby.
"When did that get there?" he demanded accusatorily.
Not that the mistletoe answered, but it had been there before he arrived. Hmph. Silly unobservant Cylon boy.
[OOC: For the residents, natch.]
He yawned and shuffled his way downstairs to the kitchen in search of food . . . and of that blessed caffeinated elixir known as coffee, which he proceeded to brew at triple strength. The end result was something that was barely distinguishable from diesel fuel, but the point was that he was awake now.
And staring at the doorway back toward the lobby.
"When did that get there?" he demanded accusatorily.
Not that the mistletoe answered, but it had been there before he arrived. Hmph. Silly unobservant Cylon boy.
[OOC: For the residents, natch.]